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TAKE A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE AT
LEGACY PLACE!

PALM BEACH GARDENS, FL (January 28, 2009) – Legacy Place and the Busch Wildlife Sanctuary have partnered for an evening to remember, a Walk on the Wild Side.

Who: Legacy Place and the Busch Wildlife Sanctuary will be hosting A Walk on the Wild Side. With 10 animal encounters throughout Legacy Place ranging from owls to parrots to baby panther cubs. The event is free and open to the public.

What: Ten different animals from Busch Wildlife Sanctuary will be positioned throughout Legacy Place, all animals will have a handler to explain about the animal and where they can be found in the wild. Animals will range from an owl to a possum, a snake to a baby panther cub.

In addition, 20% of all purchases made at Tossed, The Fashion of Salad, between 4pm and 8pm will be donated to the Busch Wildlife Sanctuary. Tossed is located inside Legacy Place at 11290 Legacy Ave. There will also be a raffle with all money raised going to help the Busch Wildlife Sanctuary, prizes include a children’s birthday party for 10 at the Sanctuary and many more great prizes from Legacy Place merchants. The raffle table will be set up outside Tossed.

Barnes and Noble will also be hosting a special story time for children of Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak at 5:30 at their Legacy Place Location, at 11380 Legacy Avenue. Arhaus Furniture located at 11385 Legacy Avenue, will also be holding a reception to view all of their Animal Print collections, cheetah, zebra and giraffe, it will all be on display.

When: Saturday, January 31, 2009 from 4pm to 8pm. Animal encounters will be throughout Legacy Place.

Where: Legacy Place, Palm Beach Gardens; located on PGA Blvd, east of I-95 at the corner of PGA Blvd and Alternate A1A.

TECH-KILLING-ME....

Alright then! A smidge of time has passed since I last blogged. I understand that. I just cannot keep up with technology and it honestly never ends! I'm all for forward movement but I long for the days of the rotary phone. I want to walk across the room to change the channel. Ya know why? Because I left the house then! I played kickball with the neighborhood kids until my mom yelled for me to come in and eat dinner. Afterwards, I did something CRAZY! I read BOOKS! There are only a few pieces of current technology that I am considered a dinosaur for not welcoming into my life. Mainly- DVR, thousands of cable channels, NetFlix and Wii. Wonderful systems, I'm sure. But... I've got this crazy notion that fresh air is good for the mind and movement benefits the body. If you have successfully found a way to juggle an up-to-date cell phone, voicemail, Facebook, MySpace, Gmail, AIM, a blog, TiVo, gaming systems and every other piece of technology out there... I commend you! I never want to BE you... but, I think you are some sort of miracle child and I admire the fact that you've found some way to tack extra hours on to the conventional 24. While you do that-- I'm going to go get a prescription for Xanex because my mind is far too overstimulated to cope. Of course, I could use some sort of natural- healthy method of calming myself but, why?! We are a society of instant gratification and I should just adapt. I already drink 12 cups of coffee smothered with Splenda chemicals everyday... WHY NOT?

Seriously.. There should be a government mandated day- once a month, where technology is banned and EVERYONE, young AND old- has to spend time with... wait... wait for it.... OTHER HUMAN BEINGS!! If you hate people- I fully understand. Play with your dog, your iguana.. your goldfish. I don't care. Stare SOMETHING in the eye and communicate with it, will ya?!

When was the last time YOU held two of your best girlfriends down, forced them to try on the same stupid t-shirt you were... and THEN gathered photographic evidence? It's always a fun time when department stores switch to holiday hours, stay open till midnight AND are located directly across the street from a drinking establishment.

Good times...

Cosmo, what's the deal?!

I'm a big fan of magazines. They're normally reserved for travel because they're like a pretty little glossy colorful treat for me but, I purchased a Cosmo today. I normally get my style/fashion/dirt info off of the net but I was at the grocery store and felt a little nostalgic so I threw it on the conveyor belt. They really DO make you feel like a kid again. All of the ads for things that you STILL, in your adult life, CANNOT AFFORD. Fun stuff.

I came to a screeching halt at the "Smart Girlfriends Do THIS, Not THAT" article. It's supposed to be loaded with ways to really win your guy over and I can't read it without wincing. The first suggestion is: Watch the game with his friends. I'm not sure why he'd want that and furthermore, why would you? I know this is about selflessness and tapping into what your guy is "into" but- if you don't actually LIKE sports.. why put either of the pair through that torment? The little photo even depicts 3 guys and a girl (YOU) on the couch watching the game. This is GUY TIME... and I can't stand the fact that Cosmo wants YOU to crash that. I don't want my guy tagging along when I go shopping with my friends... and I don't WANT him to WANT to join us either. It IS healthy for people to be independent within a relationship and I'm not quite sure why there are so many who haven't figured that out.

I can't completely dog Cosmo out. There are a few bits of helpful wisdom within that particular article that could prove to be very helpful for a girl or two.. but.. I'm gonna keep ranting cause it feels good.. and that's what blogging's all about.

Another piece of "helpful" advice suggests leaving a delicate necklace at his place versus the old toothbrush routine. They claim it will make him think of YOU in similar terms every time he sees it. Really? A guy is REALLY gonna look at the dainty necklace you left on his nightstand and say "Wow... that girl is so special and flowery and dreamy!" Just like WE prefer to think that guys give us credit for having a brain... I'm pretty sure they can see right through the clever necklace scheme.

Again, I'm not out to destroy Cosmo. It's been a fun read. There are just too many misconceptions out there and all of these mags promote them. Just because most of us have common sense, it doesn't mean there isn't a girl out there clinging to every single word printed. That scares me. And, to that imaginary girl: Honey, if you're gonna do it- don't leave the good bling. Chances are, you've already read the article a few pages down that tells you it's liberating and mesmerizing to sleep with him on the first date. You're not getting that necklace back... OR a follow up call.

Dammit Beyonce!! You had me at "No,No,No"....

Alright, so here's my deal with Beyonce. I've never been super attracted to her music but some thing's happened to her lately. Maybe the leap into womanhood with her recent marriage? Not sure. Regardless, the girl is KILLING IT! I checked out the first single off of her new CD- "If I Were A Boy" and really got into the hook. Then, the kicker... that super annoying club song with screeches and twangs "Put A Ring On It". That song was supposedly recorded by her alter-ego, Sasha Fierce. In my opinion, Sasha Fierce should jump off a bridge and let Beyonce shine. I can't stand it when artists try to summon their "alter-ego". That person always ends up being a huge tool. Case in point: Garth Brooks. What a nightmare. The rest of the Beyonce tracks are DEAD ON and Sasha Fierce sounds like some ghetto-fied wannabe. The absolute cream of the crop.... her rendition of "Ave Maria". WOW. Bells. Whistles. As hard as it is for me to admit it... That song is so beautiful, it's therapy. I cried. I turned it up louder. I cried some more. I probably listen to it 5 times a day. Do yourself a favor- if you don't purchase the tracks, at least take a listen on her MySpace page: http://www.myspace.com/beyonce You're welcome!

I Did My Best

So, I was at Macy's over the weekend. Decided to take advantage of their big pre-Veterans Day sale. In the process, as a bit of a gag, I tried on a pair of super hot Kenneth Cole stiletto's. The heel was four inches. I walked like a giraffe in them but I figured, If Paris Hilton can do it- dammit, SO CAN I!!!! Two random women complimented me on the shoes and that was all it took. Of course, they only saw me standing still. So my theory was that I'd buy the shoes and strut around the house until I got comfortable in them. If you know anything about me, you understand what a HUGE undertaking this was. I was really stepping outside of the box.

Got them home. Failed miserably. It hurts and I'm certain I will die in those shoes if I leave the house wearing them. They are a beautiful piece of artwork but I have to take them back to the store today and it pains me. But.. it doesn't pain me as much as it would if I wore them out for the night.

I'll go back to ballerina flats, sandals and being a boy. It's all good.

NOTE: I have since returned those heinous death traps. I think I should probably just stick to being me. I'm damn good at it!

Catching up. Sorta.

Alllllright, I've been slacking on this blog thing and I'm absolutely sorry for it. I tend to do this thing where I let my thoughts bottle and then I carry the bottle around for an extended period of time and then I trip and smash the bottle on the floor and there are gooey thoughts and feelings spewed all over the sidewalk. On the flip side, I don't do that in relationships so- I suppose that's a good thing... for me, anyway.

So, let's talk about how I'm a spinster. I had this fabulous moment with my mom Sunday morning when we met for breakfast. My spinach and mushroom omelet was delicious and perfectly prepared. Not to get WAY off topic but I'm SO thankful for the little breakfast place I found down the street from my house. I'm even more grateful for the tiny Asian lady who owns the place and has mastered the skill of creating the perfect New York bagel. Continuing... we finish breakfast and I can tell she's attempting to have a mother-daughter moment ala the Lifetime Network. She pulls this little Ziplock baggie out of her purse and I see something glimmering and get all excited. Well, the bling happened to be an antique amethyst ring that my grandmother left to her. I LOVE IT! It's chunky. It's in style. It's obnoxious. It's exactly like ME! So, I'm done reeling from the gold rush and there's one more piece in the baggie. My face drops the second she removes it... She starts to tell me how much this charm means to her because she got it when she was pregnant with me. Granted, it's the standard preggo gift. The charm depicting a mother cradling a baby. But, the more she kept talking... the deeper the hole she was digging... and she started to sound like the nanny from the Muppet Babies. All I could hear was "Since I have completely abandoned hope that you will ever have a child, I am giving you this now so it doesn't have to eat up space in my jewelery box". I know she didn't intend for the moment to transition into what it did but I was pretty rocked for the rest of the day. Don't get me wrong... I've always known that building a family was something that would happen later in life for me... and by "later in life" I mean, after 30- as opposed to almost every single person I went to high school with whose already married and two babies deep... not that there's anything wrong with that. My priorities have just always been different. Yes, I'm one of those maniacal creatures who has always had a plan for everything.

On to the next thought bubble: I've had this discussion a few times over the past week. Where did my personality come from? I'm not my mother. Not my father. If I had to narrow it down- I'm pretty sure I'm a conglomeration of my mom's mom (for her artsy personality and outlandish wardrobe choices) and my mom's dad (got his sense of humor, FOR SURE... and I'm SO thankful for it!). I'm also my dad's mom (she was a hard ass but always the life of the party) and my dad's dad (that Gus is SO unbelievably stubborn and sarcastic. he WILL live to be 200 years old). It's so strange when you really break it down and find the root of where you came from... in my case, rootS. I think I'm gonna get into a grander character breakdown over the next few days because I'm pretty sure I can learn a whole lot about myself through their trials and tribulations.

I should stop now. Like I mentioned... I've dropped the bottle and now there's goo everywhere...